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31 | Her

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I was so fricken embarrassed, embarrassed that I was just walking out on my very first date like a damn coward, embarrassed that I couldn't do a thing but escape out from the uncomfortable situation. But was I really to blame? After all, wasn't I just a school girl anyway?

I wanted to just rush home but frowned realizing that my bag was still in his car. Breathing heavily, I hurried towards the car but tried to open it, only to find it locked. I bit my lip in frustration, eyes frantically falling over at Mr. Jeon, who had run after me, worry and confusion apparent on his face. My heart squeezed in discomfort and I tried to muster my best stable voice. "I just remembered my project... p-please open the door so that I can get my bag and go home."

It was evident that Mr. Jeon was upset by my bizarre attitude, it must've been so humiliating for him to watch it happen but it was worse for me. I...I had never felt inferior to someone and it stung like a bitch to do so.

He showed no resistance and pulled out the keys to unlock the car. It wouldn be a lie if I said I wasn't disappointed but I was disappointed in myself more. I took one last inhale of his enticing perfume, fearing this would be the last time I would have the luxury to nuzzle into it as I pulled my bag out.

"Get in."

My eyes raised but didn't dare make eye contact with him and I opened my mouth to argue, "Mr. Jeon-"

"I don't like to repeat myself."

I acquiesced, my heart beating fast. He was definitely upset...was he going to break up with me? My chest tightened painfully but I continued to look ahead of me with fiddling fingers, my feelings devastated.

Should I just apologize?

The turn to my house was left behind and my eyes widened in confusion and I finally mustered up the courage to question him. "W-where are we going?"

His eyes didn't stray away from the road ahead and my gut further dropped down in my stomach. "My place."

My throat suddenly felt thirsty and I itched to just open the door and scamper away. I couldn't do this- was he going to abduct and kill me for ruining his date?

I shook my head at the obnoxiously atrocious ideas, attempting to control my racing thoughts. I could only watch in curiosity when he pulled up, stopping in front of a big house.

Before I could get out of the car, Mr. Jeon was already walking out to my side, opening my door for me despite his expressions remaining indifferent. I couldn't help but feel my heart leaping out in both shyness and disappointment.

I thanked him with short, fast words as I got out, squinting my eyes but looking at the huge house standing in front of me. Did he live alone in this huge ass mansion?

Shortly, he began walking towards the house, signaling me to follow him and so I did, although with a heck lotta confusion and reluctance.

Mr. Jeon unlocked the door and let me in first, my head momentarily forgetting how I had made a fool out of myself but looking around in marvel.

There were only a pair of white slippers and I peeked up at Mr. Jeon, awkwardly standing at the side as he let me wear them, deciding to walk barefoot himself instead. I slowly stepped further inside the house, my assumption right as there was little to no furnishing inside.

The tiles, a peachy ceramic and walls painted in light, dark curtains contradicting the widespread hue of the house. There was an open kitchen attached to the living room and Mr. Jeon directly strolled towards it, leaving me to look around the house with no words exchanged.